ULTRALIGHT BEAM —- INTRODUCTION; O

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[div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:9pt;"]The melodic clack of sandals hitting the soles of a worn foot echoed through the alleyway, alerting those in the surrounding buildings of the presence of a certain ginger. A certain ginger who was keen on getting hurt. Just earlier, her and a few friends had ventured out close to St. Peter's, far enough away from the Badlands so they wouldn't run into anybody they knew. It wasn't that they didn't like their fellow members – they're a lovable group, to say the least – but the group of friends wanted to do what they were doing in private. In a place like this, an escape from reality is worth tons of money, and no doubt people would be willing to kill for a little bit of peace. So thats why Margot always stuck away to smoke; it was easier, and safer, than staying in the city to do it.

Although, in theory, she was trying to keep her sweet escape a secret, the intoxicating smell that still lingered on her breath gave it away. She was still chilling in her plant induced high, and just looking at her, you could tell. Her steps were those of a veteran, slow, shaky, yet confident. Reaching her hands back, Margot took her mane of ginger curls into a tight grip, quickly wrapping a hairband around twice, in an attempt to tame the hair that had only gotten frizzier with the weather. She finally exited into a sunny clearing, squinting her eyes to adjust to the sudden change in light. It was empty. Well, that was boring. Surely someone was around, right? She'd find that out. "Yoo, any of my peeps here? Tate? Anyone?"
[spoiler=INFO // updated 2/19][color=#030303][color=#F2473F][ general ] ✌ HEY, 'CAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU'LL MAKE EVERYTHING ALRIGHT
✌ MARGOT PALOMA KOSZORÚS | MARGOT
✌ cis female | feminine or neutral pronouns | she/they
✌ eighteen years | mature | ages ?? idk
✌ panromantic, pansexual | ½ [prominent ship] | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
✌ the badlands | [rank] | [titles]
✌ best friends with -- | no known enemies | no known rivalries

[ physical ] ✌ AND I KNOW THAT YOU'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOUR CHILD
✌ human | health: 100%
✌ Pale and very skinny. Not underweight, but bony | 5' 11"
✌ Eyes are a curious and judgmental ocean green, bloodshot from nights of smoking.
✌ Extremely thick carrot orange hair
— major injuries: slowly getting CHS
— minor injuries: none

[ personality ] ✌ OH, NO LONGER AM AFRAID OF THE NIGHT
✌ Margot is a very carefree person. Not much in life bugs her, and if something does, she's quick to shut those feelings down. But this doesn't stopper from playfully sharing her opinion, which isn't always kind. She is always open to new things, and often makes really dumb decisions just for the fun of it.
✌ enfp | the campaigner

[ interaction ] ✌ 'CAUSE I, I LOOK TO THE LIGHT
✌ Medium physical difficulty | Medium-hard mental difficulty
✌ To engage in combat, please use bold teal[/spoiler]

[Sel]

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As the heiress to a drug cartel, it was painfully obvious to Sel that the new girl was high, even without being able to smell Margot's breath. She supposed she could understand the desire to keep habits like that away from the others, but Sel was one who would smoke openly and even deal if anyone was buying. Thanks to a recent trip to her family's home she had plenty to sell. "I'm here." She said, sauntering over and tilting her head as she assessed Margot, a bit taller but younger, skinny, bloodshot eyes. Sel always tended to appraise new groupmates, even if she usually waited for them to prove themselves before actually making a judgement. "Name's Sel, one of the Warchiefs. You a fighter or a hunter?" Sel was gonna guess hunter, since potheads weren't usually seen leaping into fights.

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/18/17]General:
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on situation
▪ Biological female | Identifies as female | She/Her
▪ 23 years | Birthday is 12/18 | Real Time Aging
▪ Warchief of the Badlands

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | No adopted kin
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Important Facts:
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as f**k, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none

Personality:
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— curious; friendly; bold; friendly; intelligent; brave; stubborn; competitive; flirty; sly and cunning; ambitious; wild; irresponsible; bossy; vain; arrogant/egotistical; cruel/sadistic; dark; deceptive

Interaction:
▪ Trained with knives and poisons | Medium physically | Hard mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission | Will kill/capture/maim with permission
▪ Prefers to fight with poisoned daggers | Relies largely on speed and agility
▪ To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] and attack in underlined #440349

Links:
— Bio v.1
— Bio v.2
— Plot v.1 (Badlands)
— Plot v.1 (TNW)
— Storage v.1[/spoiler]